"Wonder if Amey got one?"

"Or Louise," Natalie added; now sharing a little of her friend's concern.

Claire stood and picked up her handbag.

"Simply have to know, I'll phone Amey now."

"But your coffee! It'll get cold."

Claire wriggled past the backs of the chairs close to their table.

"The phone box over there," she nodded to indicate the direction. "Two minutes and I'll be back."

"Well?" Natalie asked eagerly as her friend returned.

Claire slumped heavily back down in her chair.

"Different date and even a different month. I phoned Louise too, different dates yet again."

Natalie looked bewildered.

"So what the hell is going on?"

Claire shrugged, her gaze distant and detached.

"Haven't the faintest idea – but I mean to find out."

With a thick mane of blonde hair, his flashing blue eyes and muscular build Paul looked the epitome of health and fitness. A thick neck and broad shoulders, his deeply sculptured chest and stomach all bore testament to his regular workouts in the gym. Bulging biceps and heavy thighs added to the overall appearance of sheer power that he possessed. Like Jason and all of the mistress's servants, he wore a black bow tie around his neck as standard dress and was otherwise totally naked.

He was seated now, his backside perched on the very edge of the dining table and his legs splayed one either side of Arabella's chair. He was rested back and supporting himself on his outstretched arms, his stiff cock jutting out in front.

Arabella's delicate hand gripped his pulsing shaft, her fingers closing around its great girth, the red nails standing out in deep contrast to the pale skin of his cock. Her left hand stroked lightly and sensually at his powerful thigh, her fingers kneading and feeling in a rhythmic exploration of pure delight.

Paul groaned deeply and tensed his body as her thumb rubbed lightly across the top of his glans; the velvety head throbbed its delighted response.